We live in weird times. I suppose after over two years of a global pandemic, that really goes without saying. Add in the fact that I live in Florida and really, I should see this as all perfectly normal. Hell, there were people marching and waving Nazi flags down the street from my house yesterday.
I found $20 in the dryer today. Well, no so much found since I knew it was in there. Kinda. I accidently washed my pants with a bunch of money in them and the $20 was the one bill I couldn’t find when I half-assed looked for it. Then I forgot it was there. Then
I blame every inspirational poster ever created for the following blog post… So the other night, in the midst of several stress dreams about work, I had one that gave me pause. First and foremost can we please discuss how horrible stress dreams about work are? First off- one dream I had just last night
I’ve been doing some cleaning since I have out of town visitors coming tomorrow. This has lead to me moving some stuff around including an ever-growing stack of books that I have purchased and not read. I want to say this is a problem but I’m not really seeing it… Because books are awesome. But
Somewhere With Regret 